Notwithstanding a strong smoke allergy, I laminated it Librio two euros and, bam, I came across a brief mention of cows! Go hop, packed it is weighed, I leave with what was found to contain extracts Partance and other places, followed by Nema problema. Two amuse eyes somehow to find (some) Art Guy Gofette. And then I fell in love. No more no less. A mad poet still travel, which alone can hear the sea at the end of the garden of his father because "Brewers sky all day long, these tall trees, in the nights of high winds, the sea spat, voice sirens and drowned songs. "This sea that will eventually come to him in a hotel room ... Bailleul Son of the Ardennes, the route could only cross one of Verlaine and Rimbaud but in a caravan called Partance, firmly secured in an orchard, the poet will go towards easing the heart. The words are simple, such as everyday objects that were perfectly designed and impeccably fit for use, no frills, going straight to the point. A wonderful discovery I can only continue ...